© Katola Ajibola I.A

Love is pretty
Arranged with anxiety
Falling hopes are hopefully hoped
A person arrived as a lonely crowd
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Multiple's of crowd
With an happy State of mind
Flagabasted ends
With tearsof sorrowful mourn
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You dine with joy at your mist
Party will come and go
Permanent are you not
For infinity you can last not
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My clamouring no one hears
But in loneliness I mourn with clear
Love Ah!! Ah!!
A trap which thy set
A part which...